talk

Rook: It’s not a demand. It’s an offer. Telling me what I need to know it’s… it’s the smart play here.

Rook begins to walk across the room. The Ventori follow, but don’t attack, letting them pass.

Bartender: How do you figure, sweet talker?

Rook: Neve Gallus is my only shot at finding the Dread Wolf. I need to know where she is. We were supposed to meet here, in your bar, but you let Venatori cultists drag her away.

Rook stops at the bar.

Bartender: I didn’t “let them.” They paid me.

Rook: So answer my questions, and walk away with the coin. Or spend it cleaning up the place when I’m through. Your choice.

Bartender: You’re adorable. Dumat Plaza. That’s where you’ll find Neve Gallus.

The bartender starts to walk away.

Rook: Thank you.

She stops.

Bartender: (Skeptical snort.) You want to get yourself killed fighting the Venatori, it’s your ass.

Rook: The offer’s Good for all of you, too.

The Venatori don’t back down.

Rook: No?

Varric: If they won’t listen to you… They can always listen to Bianca.

Varric sprays a spread of crossbow bolts into the floorboards, and the Venatori leave. He walks up to Rook with mugs in hand.

Rook: Your friend Neve Gallus is at Dumat Plaza.

Varric: I heard. That’s why you’re my second-in-command. Although for the record, you might be too charming for your own good.